. . . it's complicated . . .

Flat earth

if you persuade methat theory A is truethen I might agreeand believe in youbut if you insistthere’s a new theory Bto prove A does existit might perplex mebecause invariably Cwill feed mainly on Bpromulgating into Dto further vex meso I’m left wonderingwhere was I before Abecame theory B and BC and D confused meI have my own theorythat A was a fakea made up conspiracyfor its own selfish sake
or was it?

makes you think
does it make you think?all this headfucking messingwhen our flat earth is spinning in a vaccinated orbita frisbee of uberpanic livingconstantly decodingthe death rate codingand globally aren’t we warming?not to the idea / but / apocalypticallyit’s kinda fascinating / apologetically in a / selfishly / what will it do for mebio live / café cultured / sidewalk sculpturedmentally disabling / frontal lobe featuredformulating opinions then overheatingyour sunday schooling never countingfor nothing / for nothingso be it / so eat itso fattening / so ugly nadayou pugfaced pugilists...................whatcha gonna do when the sky caves in? andwhatcha gonna do when the wells run dry?there are too many live wiresand not enough connecting methere are too many white liarsand not nearly enough poetryand not enough peacemakersand not enough soothsayersneither nor / or nothing moreeither neither / take a breathereasypeasy lemon squeezyfrom esoteric to hyperbolicthe meanings in the scientificor dog end dreamers / take yer pickof daily dwindlers / fractured femursthese drug fuelled feelings that make us highand there you are / yes you / yes youoverthere pointing / yes pointingacross this zippolighted heavenly casementto a stash of cash so high it drowns usin all its impossibleabilitiesit makes you thinkdoes it make you think?does it make you hit that panic button?reproduction or malfunction?the one that says you’re too old to make itstep back a bit for no good reasoncry freedom / cry for a seasoncryogenically weep in wordy wondersthat we are all merely mass / mere mortalsmeaningless conundrums simply faking itsoon to be / dust covered / shroudedcorpses buried / undergroundedfloating down the oily gangesburnt in motherfucking hadescall it what the hell you likemaybe poison us beyond beliefself-harming gives us self-relieflife’s just some weird form ofmockerya token taste of death’s owntrickeryof being / or not being a human beingmakes you thinkbut does it make you think?really? / does it ?make you think?make you realize
................you are significant.

I have been to the ends of the Earth
And looked over the edge
There was darkness the depth of which
Took away my breath and left me speechless
Come away from there you cried
But the pull was too great
The drop too enticing
The thrill seeking adrenaline junkie
Cliff jumping euphoria was too appealing
I was mesmerised for those few minutes
Captivated in a traumatised trance
Gripped by something other worldly
Temptation raged war through my blood
Pounded brain cells to incomprehension
Made me question my former sanity
Places I had travelled
People I had seen
Their homes and faces staring back at me
Laughing and cajoling and beckoning to me
And then
Your hand
Touched my arm
Your words
Brushed the darkness away
And retreating
I found your quiet embrace
The souvenir seller
The vendor of forgiveness
The future holder of all life’s secrets
And I bought them all and promised you
Never
Never
Never
Would I go again to the ends of the Earth
And look over the edge to be tempted by the darkness that lies beneath.